The Heaven doth not containe so many Starres,
So many Leaves not prostrate lie in Woods,
When Autumne's old, and Boreas sounds hs Warres,
So many Waves have not the Ocean Floods,
As my rent Mind hath Torments all the Night,
And Heart spends Sighes, when PHEBUS brings the Light.
Why should I beene a Partner of the Light?
Who crost in Birth by bad Aspects of Starres,
Have never since had happie Day nor Night,
Why was not I a Liver in the Woods,
Or Citizen of THETIS Christall Floods,
Than made a Man, for Love and Fortunes Warres?
I looked each Day when Death should ende the Warres,
Vncivill Warres 'twixt Sense and Reasons Light,
My Paines I count to Mountaines, Meads and Floods,
And of my Sorrow Partners makes the Starres,
All desolate I haunt the fearfull Woods,
When I should give my selfe to Rest at Night?
With watchfull Eyes I ne're behold the Night,
Mother of Peace, but ah to me of Warres,
And CYNTHIA Queen-like shining through the Woods,
When straight those Lamps come in my thought whose Light
My Judgement dazel'd, passing brightest Starres,
And then my Eyes en-isle themselves with Floods.
Turne to their Springs againe first shall the Floods,
Cleare shall the Sunne the sad and gloomie Night,
To dance about the Pole cease shall the Starres,
The Elements renew their ancient Warres
Shall first, and bee depriv'd of Place and Light,
Ere I find rest in Citie, Fields, or Woods.
End these my Dayes Endwellers of the Woods,
Take this my Life yee deepe and raging Flouds,
Sunne never rise to cleare mee with thy Light,
Horror and Darknesse keepe a lasting Night,
Consume me Care with thy intestine Warres,
And stay your Influence o're me bright Starres.
In vaine the Starres, Endwellers o'th' Woods,
Care, Horror, Warres I call and raging Floods,
For all have sworne no Night shall dimme my Sight.
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